I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, how you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, and parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, and reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5409 | 2022-07-13 15:14:27 | 96.90 | 97% |
| 5242 | 2022-04-18 15:46:23 | 90.27 | 97% |